Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.